- Most people don't know, how often a woman maliciously seeks for beauty. It's better if they don't, for if they realize a woman is capable of malevolence, what happens to her fair sex?
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P R O L O U G E A she-wolf in disguise ———————————-
Let me tell you a story about a young girl.
A girl by the name of 'Madonna.'
Madonna as in a bright, beautiful and virtuous woman. A woman whose beauty is cherished like a rose in fertile rose. This is the story of 'Madonna.'
Madonna was a girl born to a wealthy Viscount. Her mother died in labour, so Madonna never knew of her anyways. Regardless of being a single father, the Viscount strove his best to provide his beloved daughter with everything she could possibly need.
Perhaps, the world pitied Madonna for having rid of her mother early on, for Mother Nature blessed Madonna with heavenly and Aphrodite-worthy looks; her blond hair sparkled like untamed jewels carved out from pure cold; her blue eyes glimmered like sapphires unearthed from the world; her skin was porcelain-like, pure and untainted. Everyone who laid their eyes on Madonna—man or woman—would grow immediately infatuated with her. Just like her name, Madonna, Madonna was the madonna of her era.
With choirs weaving songs about her beauty alone, and her surrounding peers singing about her peerless beauty from the moon to the back, this had convinced Madonna that she might be the most beautiful woman in the entire world. All the rejuvenating praises and glorification went straight to her head, and Madonna became a very haughty and arrogant child. Nevertheless, people around her loved her.
One day, beautiful Madonna traversed to a boutique, where she ran into a hatted gentleman, whom, dressed in luxurious clothes from head to toe, offered his admiration for her.
"Madonna, my dear Madonna, you are as beautiful as a songbird!" The man cried, holding his hat close to his chest.
Madonna thought that the man was inferior to her, since he was mediocre-looking, though his saving grace must've been his lavish habits. While Madonna continued to ignore the man, suddenly he presented her with a blue-ribboned gift of exquisite wrapping. The box was as blue as her eyes, and the ribbon sparkled like her hair, or so, that was what he said.
Madonna did not like the man, but she very much liked the attention he gave. So, she gave the plain gentleman a chance to bask in her glorious presence.
The gentleman unwrapped the gift and bestowed before her curious eyes, a single lipstick. A shade of pink that looked as a cake.
